Singular a Widow
At first light
I set out to further my wanderings
Tripping the grassy ride along
To catch a boat sailing to other province
Along the path, a sweet sepulchral voice
Arrest my sympathy breast
Entranced by the sweetness of the voice
I seek it to find, thus, I became unquiet
I drew nigh, the verdant field rings
Of sweet lay,resonance with elegiac tune
I espied, behold 'tis the widow that sings
Her visage writ large in gloom
The tidings of this widow
Had once danced pass my ear
Alas! A pitiful lonely soul
She bore no heir
Sited neath a bower,in wonderment I stare
She had worked mightily on the farmland
Heaps arrayed on the earth bed
All she'd sown flowers on her fertile land
She sow and sings by herself
Pearls of perspiration watering the heaps
A solitary sower, with no hand to help
Anon, her eyes rimmed with fatigue
She cast her eyes heavenward
Storm clouds were gathering
She hurried, in fleet of foot homeward
Thence I further away in my wanderings
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